Shibari for me was shocking the first time I felt the ropes that bind.
A Dominant friend used me in a BDSM demonstration. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to cope, I thought it would frighten me being restrained. Instead, my busy mind found respite, as my body melted and succumbed to the simplicity and the complexity of the rope.
I was kneeling before him dressed in a lacy bra and thong and remember being embarrassed at the response of my body.
My nipples stiffening, the heat between my thighs and the sudden unexpected rush of wetness. I knew he could smell my excitement and I tried to turn away.
"Don't. Look at me. You're beautiful. Your eyes are huge right now, your lips swollen, and you smell delicious."
It was so incredibly erotic, that with every knot and coil I found myself inexplicitly spinning closer to climax.
With every brush of his fingers my body flared and yet my mind became more...tranquil, serene.
And then he parted my thighs and brought the rope between, making a knot right over the pouting hardness of my clitoris. I'd dropped my head, embarrassed again, knowing he felt the evidence of my excitement through my soaked thong...
He paused, lifted my head and stared at me. My cheeks were on fire, I bit the inside of my lip to stop the involuntary moan.
Suddenly aware we were not alone, the still waters in my mind slipped and I began to struggle. But again he stopped me with his words, his fingers digging into my chin yet stroking my throat, the heat of them inflaming me further.
It was confusing, intense, erotic...a terrible beauty.
And then he pulled the rope taunt against my clit...
I could see myself in his eyes. My own flaring wide in shock, the almost perfect "O" of my mouth as I dangled helplessly at the peak.
"Give it to me now Bella."
With just those few words, I forgot about those watching and came so hard that I nearly blacked out...
It remains one of the most memorable and satisfying conclusions, with or without clothing in my life.
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